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Author: nananoyz
I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.
Broken People
we are
broken
each one
of us
from the
inside
(no matter
how beautiful,
or talented,
or together
we pretend
to be)
there are
cracks,
porcelain
fine,
criss-
crossed
etchings
across our
souls.
we are
whole
each one
of us
on the
inside
(no matter
how battered,
or discouraged,
or frightened
life has
made us)
there are
gold shot
veins of
strength,
defying
all odds
celebrating
our souls’
survival.
Dipstick and a Movie
I went by myself to watch the new James Bond movie today. Our newly renovated theater is cushy, featuring oversized reclining seats and assigned seating. Since I decided on a whim to see the movie my seat choices were limited. There were a couple of seats way up front and one near the top. Of course I selected the one furthest from the screen and settled in to watch the endless procession of trailers.
My seat was at the end of an aisle next to a man and his pre-teen children. Not long after I took my seat I realized the man was looking at me. I gave him a brief nod and a smile and put my attention back on the screen.
Through the movie he’d periodically make a comment intended for me to hear. Once he told me he’d driven in Rome. Another time he told me Daniel Craig’s suit was too tight (as if THAT could happen, duh!) I’d nod or say, “hmm,” hoping he’d get the message. But during a lull in the action the man leaned into my personal space and asked, “So what’s a pretty lady like you doing all by yourself at the movies?”
The creep-o-meter spiked past ten on the dial. I couldn’t get my seat back into the unreclined position quickly enough, so I simply scootched to the edge and left. At first I intended to pretend I was going to the bathroom, but then I thought, “screw it” and found an unclaimed seat in the front of the theater.
I left as soon as the credits began rolling and made a beeline for the car. Disgusted with myself for letting some random stranger get to me I sat and wondered if I’d overreacted. Maybe I’ve watched too many Criminal Minds episodes….
Peace, people!
Dipstick and a Movie
I went by myself to watch the new James Bond movie today. Our newly renovated theater is cushy, featuring oversized reclining seats and assigned seating. Since I decided on a whim to see the movie my seat choices were limited. There were a couple of seats way up front and one near the top. Of course I selected the one furthest from the screen and settled in to watch the endless procession of trailers.
My seat was at the end of an aisle next to a man and his pre-teen children. Not long after I took my seat I realized the man was looking at me. I gave him a brief nod and a smile and put my attention back on the screen.
Through the movie he’d periodically make a comment intended for me to hear. Once he told me he’d driven in Rome. Another time he told me Daniel Craig’s suit was too tight (as if THAT could happen, duh!) I’d nod or say, “hmm,” hoping he’d get the message. But during a lull in the action the man leaned into my personal space and asked, “So what’s a pretty lady like you doing all by yourself at the movies?”
The creep-o-meter spiked past ten on the dial. I couldn’t get my seat back into the unreclined position quickly enough, so I simply scootched to the edge and left. At first I intended to pretend I was going to the bathroom, but then I thought, “screw it” and found an unclaimed seat in the front of the theater.
I left as soon as the credits began rolling and made a beeline for the car. Disgusted with myself for letting some random stranger get to me I sat and wondered if I’d overreacted. Maybe I’ve watched too many Criminal Minds episodes….
Peace, people!
On the dangers of knicker elastic
Brilliant piece by scvincent.com. I laughed out loud. In public. Surrounded by strangers.
Thirsting
Thirsting
By Leslie Noyes
we slept for eons
awakened then by a kiss
thirsting for true love.
hungry we scrabbled
tortured by cloistered trappings
tongues seeking life’s blood.
submit, our lovelies,
slake our thirst, break these shackles
join in ecstasy.
I’m a long time fan of the vampire tale. Scary, sparkly, ghastly, gory, romantic, rascally, I love them all. Except for the silly ones. They just piss me off. Vampires don’t do vaudeville.
Peace, people!
Scoundrels Like Han
A long time ago
In a galaxy far, far away
A scoundrel and his wookie
Swooped in to save the day.
I could sure use a scoundrel
To besmirch my reputation
And if he’s just like Han
There’ll be no hesitation.
Peace people!
Excuse Me
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=wgTPH5y1-ZI#For some reason the GOP debate made me think of King Tut.
Enjoy.
Beacon
peace beside still pond
days filled with autumn’s glory
golden leaves remain
This photograph was taken by my friend Kelly Cavitt Dupler. She seems to be my muse.
Anagogglin
My vocabulary was enriched this week by the addition of the word, “anagoggle.”
Saint Helen and I were exploring the little community of Colquitt, Georgia, and had walked quite a distance from my car. When we realized we were both fairly tired of walking in the heat we decided to begin angling our way back to our starting point.
“We’ll just have to anagoggle our way back to the car,” Saint Helen said.
“Huh?” I replied in my most articulate manner.
“You know,” she said, demonstrating a zig zag pattern with her hands. “Anagoggle. You’ve never heard of that?”
“Can’t say that I have.”
“Must be a New Mexico thing,” said Saint Helen.
“Indeed.”
By that time we’d anagoggled over to the car and I’d conjugated the verb successfully: I anagoggled yesterday, we went anagogglin, we can anagoggle.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 